“It’s my life, Leo. I’m the one who’s accountable. And not in the morning papers, not in the Democratic cloakroom, but in 50 or a 100 years when Tuesday’s poll samples have crumbled into dust.”
Jed Bartlet → (positive & negative) character development

wanna chat? pt. 15

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wow has it been A Week

i have two tests in a few hours and i have so many notes left and calc problems and i’m dying so have this!

there are two links in the chapter and i know you’re probably like. why would i click those? i mean i wouldn’t trust me either, but i swear they’re fine. ignore the first if you’d like, but if you don’t click the second you’re probably going to be fairly confused? you’ll see what i mean

this is extra long because i’m feeling extra procrastinate-y

(sorting hat = nino, cochairman of adrien agreste fanclub = alya, dipshit = adrien, ahHHH = mari)

i’m off to fail. enjoy~


sorting hat: what the fuck was i thinking
were french
wed go to beauxbatons
oh also @alya akuma attack

cochairman of adrien agreste fanclub: but thats bORING
wait what

sorting hat: please dont leave the house
im too tired

cochairman of adrien agreste fanclub: ….
nino what the fuck is thsi akuma

sorting hat: why would i know???

cochairman of adrien agreste fanclub: bc i dont

sorting hat: love that 3 in the morning logic

cochairman of adrien agreste fanclub: all thats on the forums is pics of it stacking cars???????????
@hawkmoth wyd

sorting hat: being a dick probably

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Friedrich Nietzsche's Dithyrambs of Dionysus: Ariadne's Complaint

(Translated by R.J. Hollingdale)

Who still warms me, who still loves me?
Offer me hot hands!
offer me coal-warmers for the heart!
Spread-eagled, shuddering,
like one half-dead whose feet are warmed —
shaken, alas! by unknown fevers,
trembling with sharp icy frost-arrows,
pursued by you, my thought!
Unutterable, veiled, terrible one!
Huntsman behind the clouds!
Struck down by your lightning-bolt,
you mocking eye that stares at me from the darkness!
Thus I lie,
bend myself, twist myself, tortured
by every eternal torment,
by you, cruel huntsman,
you unknown — god

Strike deeper! 
Strike once again!
Sting and sting, shatter this heart!
What means this torment
with blunt arrows?
Why do you look down,
unwearied of human pain,
with malicious divine flashing eyes?
Will you not kill,
only torment, torment?
Why — torment me,
you mailcious, unknown god?

Ha ha!
Are you stealing near
at such a midnight hour?…

What do you want?
You oppress me, press me,
Ha! far too closely!
You hear me breathing,
you overhear my heart,
you jealous god!
— yet jealous of what?
Away! Away!
Why the ladder?
Would you climb
into my heart,
climb into my
most secret thoughts?
Shameless, unknown thief!
What would you get by stealing?
What would you get by listening?
What would you get by torturing,
you torturer?
you — hangman-god!
Or shall I, like a dog,
roll before you?
Surrendering, raving with rapture
wag — love to you?

In vain!
Strike again,
cruellest goad!
Not dog — I am only your game,
cruellest huntsman!
your proudest prisoner,
you robber behind the clouds…
For the last time, speak!
Veiled in lightning! Unknown! speak!
What do you want, waylayer, from - me?

How much ransom?
Demand much — thus speaks my pride!
and be brief - thus speaks my other pride!
Ha! ha!
Me — you want me?
me — all of me?…

Ha ha!
And you torment me, fool that you are,
you rack my pride?
Offer me love — who still warms me?
who still loves me?
offer me hot hands,
offer me coal-warmers for the heart,
offer me, the most solitary,
whom ice, alas sevenfold ice
has taught me to long for enemies,
even for enemies,
offer, yes yield to me,
cruellest enemy —
He is gone!
He has fled,
my sole companion,
my great enemy,
my unknown,
my hangman-god!…

come back!
with all your torments!
All the streams of my tears
run their course to you!
and the last flame of my heart,
it burns up to you.
Oh come back,
my unknown god! my pain!
my last happiness!…

A flash of lightning. Dionysus becomes visible in emerald beauty.

Be wise, Ariadne!…
You have little ears, you have ears like mine:
let some wisdom into them! —
Must we not first hate ourself if we are to love ourself? …

I am thy labyrinth